This is a song about "Emma stone"

I know that b**ch won't turn my body to stone

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Either as big as a rockstar, or as blood hits the stone,

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

Put my number in your phone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Medusa head will turn u into stone

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Don't you know you can't get blood out of a stone?

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Don't you know you can't get blood out of a stone?